When we met in the fall of ’85 there were a lot of things that attracted me to her. But one thing above all else was the hook. Was it her beautiful hazel eyes? Her infectious smile? Her long flowing dark hair? Her glowing personality? Or her perhaps it was the fact that she owned a fishing boat. Only I will know the true answer to that question. One clue was that we met in November and were married in February well before fishing opener. This was one catch I was not going to let get away and there is no one else I would rather fish with.
From day one I have always treated her like one of my fishing buddies. I don’t tie her jig on the line, I don’t bait her hook, nor do I take the fish off. In fact it is funny when another male fisherman joins us in the boat and tries to do all those things. Sometimes she will give me a wry smile and let them do it while other times she politely refuses their help just saying “I can do it”.
Oh it has its drawbacks. For one I cannot come home from a long day on the water and spin yarn after yarn about how many fish I caught and the one that got away. She refuses to “go” over the side of the boat like all my other fishing buddies so we have to stop by an island once in a while. And of course there is always the “she out fished me again” issue.
But it is all worth it. She was itching to get on the water when she got back so bright and early Monday morning we hit the road and headed to Northwind where she proved she has not lost her touch landing walleye after walleye. It was good to be on the water with her again.
During our outing, Sr. caught not only the first, the most but also the biggest fish with a 26 ½“ walleye! It was fun to see father and son rib each other as they caught fish but Jr’s mood definitely changed when his dad reeled in that monster. I have a feeling that dad will be teasing his son about that for years to come….”Hey, remember that one time I went fishing and totally out-fished you?” If I were Sr. I would just hang up the fishing pole and rest on that the rest of my life!
|Ralph with his 26 1/2|
|It takes a big bear to make a pile that big!!|
|Nice, but not huge|
Our last fishing trip this week involved a small remote lake 9 miles back on logging roads. You can get your vehicle to within ¼ mile of the lake but then you have to carry everything in from there. Motor, gas, poles, bait. The boat is stashed on the lake so basically everything but the boat. I bet this lake sees less than a dozen fisherman a year. Since I was scouting bears in the area Barb met me at the lake when I was done. We did not have a lot of time but within 3 hours we had our limit of 8 fish and had fresh walleye again for dinner. I know, it is a burden but someone has to do it!
|Ready to hit the remote lake with a motor and gas!|